LOGIN“Maya, I haven’t seen you in a while.”
I smile and nod at Mr. Butcher, even though he gives me the creeps.
He’s way too old to be flirting with an eighteen-year-old. Not to mention that I’m barely eighteen and the flirting has been happening for years. The guy’s at least eighty. He could be my grandpa, easily.
“How are you, Mr. Butcher?”
“Oh, come on. That makes me feel old. Call me George.”
“We’ve taught her to respect her elders,” my stepfather breaks in.
I have to admit that I’m relieved he’s close by. One time, good old George pinched my ass. Well, it was more of a caress than a pinch, but it made me jolt and throw up a little in my mouth a little.
The weird thing is that I like older men. I mean, my stepdad, West, is a total hottie. If he weren’t my stepdad, I’d totally do him.
If we’re being 100% honest,
As he approaches, Daddy unbuttons and unzips his pants.My gaze is locked on his crotch. I can’t wait to see what he’s packing, because I know he’s big. I felt him, but I’ve never seen him fully erect.“I want you in that chair,” he says.I take a step backward until the backs of my knees hit the cushion of the chair. Then I let myself fall, my legs spreading as I do. When I see Daddy’s eyes light up at the sight of me, I open my thighs even wider.He lowers to his knees before I can really see his cock. I curl upward, trying to get a good look, but before I can, he leans down and thrusts his tongue inside me. All my muscles melt at the feel of him and I fall back against the chair.Daddy hums, making my thighs quiver as he fucks me with his tongue. shift restlessly, not sure what to do.I’ve had a few guys finger me, but no one has ever tasted me. And it feels like Daddy want
There’s a loud pop, and Micah lowers me to the ground.I’m not sure if it was the loud noise that broke the spell or the name I called him. He looks down at me and I try to appear as alluring as I can.I’m not exactly a seductress, but I’ve had a few guys come after me in the past.He takes a step back, discreetly adjusts his erection, and continues to stare at me. Humiliation rises inside me like water filling a bottle until it overflows.My cheeks burn with it, so I push past him, but Micah grabs my arm and pulls me close.“Why did you call me that?” demands quietly in my ear.I shrug.He tugs me closer, his hold on my arm unbreakable as I try to pull away.He asks again, “Why did you call me that?”“Call you what?”I watch as his nostrils flare. I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s a pretty laid-back guy, but now he
New Year’s Eve with no boyfriend.It sucks.I ended up at my parents’ party with not a single person my age. People are drinking too much, laughing too loudly, and flirting with people who aren’t their spouses. What a way to bring in the new year.And my mom’s right in the middle of it all. She’s an extrovert, so many friends, so little time. I’m the opposite.“You don’t look like you’re having fun,” my stepfather Micah says.I look up at him. “This isn’t exactly my idea of fun. I mean, I can’t even drink, and five of your friends have come on to me already.”“Who?” he asks as he looks out at the crowd with narrowed eyes.“Oh, relax. They likely were so drunk that they didn’t even realize who they were flirting with. Besides, I’m eighteen, old enough to do what I want.”“Barely,” he sno
He makes the sundae all out of order.First, he takes the chocolate syrup and drizzles it all over me, on my breasts, down my torso, even letting a little drip onto my clit. I gasp at the cold stickiness as it surrounds that little bundle of nerves.I can tell by his smile that he likes my reaction, so he does it again and again. Lines of chocolate slide down my ass like stripes, then pool beneath me as I writhe and shift restlessly beneath the onslaught.When he feels I’ve had enough, Daddy takes out the whipped cream. He squirts a swirl onto each of my nipples. It starts to slip away on a slide of chocolate syrup, but he lifts it back where it belongs.He squirts another swirl onto my clit, but I can’t feel it. The syrup is too thick and coats me completely.He sets a fresh strawberry slice into each pile of cream before reaching back into the box.He pulls out a spoon, then opens the strawberry ice cream. I bite my
The light from the fridge casts a beam across the kitchen floor as I rifle through the shelves, looking for something sweet. I have a sweet tooth, even at one in the morning.I made some cupcakes and I swear I hid one in the back of the fridge, but I can’t find it. I slide jars left until they clink against the side of the fridge. Then I slide them right just to be sure as I look for the little plastic container I hid.“Looking for this?”I gasp and spin around at the sound of West’s voice. He stands in the middle of the kitchen in his boxers, holding the cupcake up to his mouth.“That’s mine,” I say, a little too loud for this time of night.“What’s yours is mine,” he says as he takes a huge bite.“Does that mean what’s yours is mine?”He chews thoughtfully before his lips spread in a dirty grin. I stick my bottom lip in a pout as he eats the last strawberr
WHEN I GET off the elevator on Daddy’s floor, the main room is pretty dark, though I see the lights on in one of the conference rooms. I carry all the food back toward that light. I can hear the murmur of the meeting as I approach.When I knock on the door, Jaime opens it with a huge grin. “Food,” he sighs.“West said we could order pizza to have here quick or wait for you to bring…whatever smells like heaven.”He takes the box from my hands, leaving me with the bags that still hang from my arms. We set up at the same table as before.“This meal isn’t as easy to eat with your hands, so I brought silverware,” I say, but everyone’s already figured that out as they help themselves to lemon roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, braised carrots, and fresh baked rolls.“You get to eat like this all the time?” Jaime asks.Daddy gives him a smile and a shrug as he lift







